There's an accident in the Battery Tunnel.
We're gonna have to take the bridge, so better get moving.
Couple more bites, and I got a question.
I'm awarding Brian the Purple Shield.
You're the boss.
And once in a while, that's a pleasure.
What's the question?
Do you want to tell him, or do you want it to...
to come up through channels?
I don't know.
Cops just bust us!
We want justice!
- Cops just bust us! - We want justice!
Cops just bust us!
Bring the car up. We got some protestors in here.
- Cops just bust us! - We want justice!
Hold up.
My name is Corey Vallejo,
and we're the New York Justice Coalition.
And we wanted you to know how it feels to have
your day disrupted for no reason
other than your "profile."
Hey, hey, ho, ho!
You're out of touch, it's time to go!
Hey, hey, ho, ho!
You're out of touch, it's time to go!
- Hey, hey, ho, ho! - Boss, let's go.
You're out of touch, and it's time to go!
Hey, hey, ho, ho!
You're out of touch, and it's time to go!
- Hey, hey, ho, ho! - Step aside.
You're out of touch, and it's time to go!
No, no! Hands off! We stay respectful even if they don't.
- Hey, hey, ho, ho! - Step aside, we're coming through.
You're out of touch, and it's time to go!
- Back up, please. - Step aside.
You're out of touch, and it's time to go!
Hey, hey, ho, ho!
You're out of touch, and it's time to go!
Hey, hey, ho, ho! You're out of touch...
Jennifer!
Come out here now!
Everything okay over there?
Hey, can you mind your own business?
- Well, I can't really do that. - Jennifer?
I'm kind of like the nosy neighbor type.
Oh, sorry.
I live a couple blocks down. Ron Steward.
- You new in the neighborhood? - Yeah.
I moved in three months ago. Just got home from work myself,
saw my daughter's computer open,
read about her telling some friend
that she blew off school today
to hang out with some kid named Reagan.
Well, then you got the wrong house.
This is the Reagan house.
I'm Danny Reagan.
I live here with my son Sean Reagan.
? ...getting older ? My turn!
? It's feeling good ?
No, give it...
Knock, knock.
Dad. What are you doing home? Dad. What are you doing here?
Music off. Turn the music off.
I just worked three days in a row.
I wanted to come home and freshen up.
I just found out you're playing hooky.
But we're not.
There's no school. It's a teacher workday.
Yeah, Dad, I told you that, like, a week ago.
You told me about that a week ago,
but you didn't tell me about this a week ago.
You, either, Jennifer. Let's go.
- I'll see you later... - Now!
What do you always say? Uh, don't do anything I wouldn't do?
Zip it.
You won't stop me!
I'll kill all of you!
What's wrong with you?!
Get the hell back here!
Are you nuts?!
Hey, what's going on?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh...
Okay, help's on the way. Help's on the way.
Hang in there.
This is Investigator ABETEMARCO,
from the Manhattan D.A.'s office.
Try not to snap the steering wheel in two.
S-Sorry, Sarge.
Pretty soon, it'll be second nature.
Then you can focus on the most important part of the job.
Uh, which is...?
Deciding where we're gonna take our meal.
All right, light it up. We're pulling over that cab.
What? What am I not seeing?
Trouble light is on. Driver might need help.
Let's go. Light it up.
Help! Get over here! Help!
- Help! Get this lady off of me! - You idiot!
Leong, take the driver. I got him, I got him, I got him.
Get out of my cab, you...
Give it to me! Hey, hey!
I hate your music!
Calm down!
Get this crazy bitch off of me!
Prick! Wouldn't give me an aux cord so I could play my music.
- My radio, I listen to my music! - All right, calm down.
- Okay... - Last time I take a stupid cab!
You're gonna get...
I want to see her in cuffs. Get-- get back!
Get back, get back!
It's not my... Get back!
Gun! Gun! Gun!
Drop it right now, put it down.
Put it down right now. Drop it. Do it.
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My head is always on a swivel
when I'm driving the PC.
Eyes ahead, side view mirrors,
rearview, around the horn in a constant motion.
I couldn't have missed running over someone's foot.
Understood,
but the problem here is that cell phone video
from the scene suggests it could have happened.
I'm aware of that,
but from my vantage point, I did not see or feel
any moment of impact.
And the moment after the alleged incident,
I saw through my side view mirror
the crowd move quickly away from our vehicle
to a young male sitting on the curb.
Anything else?
Commissioner, if I had any thought that I'd hit him,
I would've stopped and rendered immediate aid.
As would I, boss.
As would I.
Thank you, Detectives.
Thank you.
Something else I'd like to know.
How'd I get blindsided like that?
You do travel in a single vehicle with no lead car,
against advice, I might add.
No, I mean, this Corey Vallejo.
It seems to me, I should have heard her name
before I had her screaming at me in a diner.
Baker, would you call over there? I left a big tip.
I don't want any of it going to whoever tipped them off.
Yes, sir.
Getting tagged "Hit N' Run Reagan"
I guess is the tabloids doing their job,
but you know, one of your jobs is watching my back
while watching the horizon.
Which I do.
But the horizon's getting closer and closer
on a daily basis, Frank.
The circus came to town and stayed.
I say
we pick up this particular clown for inciting the riot.
And start a real one?
I need to put something out.
NYPD is conducting a thorough investigation of the incident.
That's it?
No, that's the statement. Now we do what cops do.
We investigate.
This is a violation
of my civil rights. I want my one call,
and a cigarette. - Yeah, and watch our phone melt
from all that booze on that breath.
Let's just dry you out a little first.
I-I'm terribly sorry. I should've told you I was armed,
but this-this is a big mistake, 'cause I used to be on the job,
so I-I know how this works. I mean...
And yet, you have no license, no carry permit.
There's no retired I.D. card, and your registration's expired,
so I'm having a hard time believing you.
Come on. You...
Okay. Call-call me when she's out, thanks.
Anthony, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Any word on the victims?
Uh, nurse just said that, uh, Dr. Dornan was still in surgery.
But her secretary Madeline went straight to the morgue.
Oh, geez. Dr. Dornan's lucky you walked in when you did.
I'm lucky the son of bitch, uh, w-wanted to flee the scene
more than he wanted to keep slicing and dicing.
Right.
Anyway, why were you there?
What does it matter?
It's gonna matter to the jury if you have to testify.
Anthony, if you're seeing a psychiatrist...
That's not why I was there.
The other day,
I ran into one of my ex-wife's friends at the market.
So we're standing there having a chat, and suddenly,
she gives me one of those, "Now, I know
I'm not supposed to say anything about this to you..."
"But if I don't, I'm gonna explode."
Turns out, Vivian told her that she's seeing
this shrink, Dr. Dornan,
because she's had it up to here with me,
and, uh, she wants to do what's best for Sophia.
Meaning?
Meaning that she's gonna move away with Sophia.
Well, she can't do that without your permission.
Yeah, you think that's gonna stop her?
Just the other day, Sophia told me
how much her mother's been talking about
how she's sick of these New York winters.
So I-I went
to ask Dr. Dornan.
Well, Anthony, any shrink worth her salt
is not going to violate confidentiality
to an ex-husband, especially to an ex-husband.
Someone wants to stop me from seeing my daughter?
I'm gonna do whatever the hell it takes.
Arthur Alan Bancroft,me retired from the job May 2012.
Retired I.D. and carry permit
issued same month.
So if you go down to the License Division,
you can get your gun back.
Thank you.
Still doesn't explain why you were driving around
with no I.D. and expired registration.
Things are getting tough out there.
Above and beyond crazy passengers?
These days, I'm lucky if I can even get those.
I mean, taxi business
has got one foot in the grave
with all these rideshare apps.
The disruption economy.
Yeah, destruction is more like it.
Five years ago, I spent
$1.5 million buying my taxi medallion.
It's worth a quarter of that now.
My life goes in the crapper,
my wife walks out.
I had a few too many last night,
forgot my wallet this morning.
Well, go out, get your registration renewed,
leave that gun at home from now on, all right?
A-And if I do, that's it?
What the Taxi and Limousine Commission
doesn't know won't hurt 'em.
I really appreciate it. Thank you.
Hey, you related to Frank Reagan?
Yeah, he's my dad.
Get out of here. He was my sergeant back in '84
at the Six-Five. It'd be nice to catch up.
Do one better, call him. I think he'd like that.
I really appreciate you cutting me a break.
- Tell your dad I said hi. - All right.
Hey, you sure about not
telling TLC?
They're kind of strict about their drivers not carrying.
Like he needs more problems?
Sean, dinner's here.
Ah.
Nothing like pizza to make a bad day better, huh?
First you got to ruin my life,
then you got to ruin my appetite.
Come on, what are you talking about?
Come on, out with it. I want to know
what are you talking about.
Jennifer unfollowed me on Instagram and Twitter
and just about everything else.
Why?
Her dad thinks I'm a bad influence.
You're the bad influence?
Okay, you see,
I thought you told me that it was her idea to come over here
and play house with you while I wasn't home,
not the other way around.
- Is that right? - Right.
So why don't you call her on the phone, have her put her old man
on the phone and I'll straighten it out. - No! Dad.
Call her and I'm gonna have you put her...
Wow. I don't think you get it.
Her dad thinks that I'm a bad influence
because he thinks that you're a bad influence.
- Me? - Yeah, you.
That's why I can't see her anymore.
So why don't you just stay out of it. God!
Madeline is dead?
I'm sorry.
Docs said she lost too much blood at the scene.
She's been with me for 10 years.
She was scared of Graham from the day he arrived,
but I promised her she'd be safe.
Graham his first or last name?
Uh, first, Graham Baxter.
I wish I could tell you more.
Doc, this is no time to play footsie over confidentiality.
He's my patient.
The man clearly poses a threat.
Graham came to me a-a few months ago,
saying he knew
people were plotting against him.
Even you and Madeline?
You can't blame him.
Schizophrenia can overwhelm even the most rational person.
Yeah, well, nuts or not, he needs to be caught.
Why would he take files?
Recently, he started to fixate
on-on other patients. Like who?
- Which other patients? - I don't, I don't know.
Doc, who else is he going after?
Anthony, what are you doing?
Perp's an EDP named Graham Baxter,
and he's not done.
Yeah, we know.
He stabbed someone in Murray Hill about an hour go.
Must be one of her patients
because he stole a bunch of files.
- Okay, relax, I'm on the case. - Who are you?
Detective Fleming. Detective Washburn.
NYPD is on this, Anthony.
If he's got a bunch of patient files, she could be on his list.
- Who is "she"? - None of your business!
- Hey, pal, I'm not your enemy. - You're lucky about that!
All right, enough! His ex-wife is one of Dr. Dornan's patients.
And if this psycho has her address,
she's at risk, as is my daughter Sophia. So now you get it, pal?
If he does, then I'll make sure that she's safe.
- What's your clearance rate? - We are going.
I'm just trying to make sure.
The correct answer is, "Right away, boss." Let's go.
Next name on Dr. Dornan's list is, uh, Ted Morgan.
Baxter took that one.
- Hey, Fleming. -Hey, what are you doing here?
Find out which patients this maniac
might be going after next?
Only thing I'm finding right now
is a guy contaminating my crime scene.
Relax. I'm here to help.
Only thing I needed from you was your statement.
Oh, so you've collared Baxter already?
Yeah, exactly. Let me take a look...
Hey, get your hands off of me and your ass out of here.
- Hey, what the hell's your problem? - I don't have one.
And neither does your boss with me doing my job.
'Course if you had done yours,
then Baxter would've never gotten out that door, and
your ex wouldn't have a check beside her name on my list.
Vivian's file was taken?
And rest easy 'cause there's a radio car
headed to her place right now.
Come on, come on, pick up, pick up.
Hey, I don't want to see you again, ABETEMARCO.
Pick up! Vivian, pick up!
I found out who called them that you were here.
One of our grill guys.
I let him go.
And why did you just stand by and let them harass us?
It all happened so fast.
Saying "get out" happens faster.
You know, there's a big profit margin in beer, wine, cocktails,
but you really do need a liquor license to sell them.
This is a neighborhood place.
I can't be seen as being all pro-cops, you know?
How about just pro-customer?
That's all.
So, here I am.
Have a seat.
I read up on you.
Lucius Guerra Chair Professor
of Intersectional Justice Studies.
You sure as hell win for longest title.
What's that mean?
That your background checks all the boxes.
What boxes?
The ones that labeled you the real deal,
the next big thing, the fresh new face of the New York left.
Tell me something, how's that feel?
What do you want, Commissioner?
Well, before I was Commissioner Reagan,
I was Detective Reagan, and I put a high value
on interviewing eyewitnesses personally.
Did you see Malik Taylor go under my wheel?
No. I was in front,
happened out of my line of sight.
Then why are you now saying I hit him intentionally?
There are plenty of people that saw what happened.
Plenty of your people, or just people?
The people next to and behind Malik.
Which would make them your people.
I resent that.
And I resent being called a hit-and-run driver,
but we both know the rules of this game.
It might be a game to you, but this is not a game to us.
Oh, yeah, it's a game,
but how about we change it up?
How about I talk directly to you--
in spite of the fact that
my staff thinks it's akin to negotiating with terrorists--
and you talk directly to me
instead of staging stunts that get innocent people hurt.
It wasn't staged. It was a hit-and-run.
You know, I don't have an actual olive branch,
but I hope you realize what I'm doing here.
When you told your people to let us pass,
I thought I saw a hint of civility there.
No, just being practical.
We don't carry guns or nightsticks, so...
You know, we get false allegations
thrown at us all the time.
Be sure you're right about this
'cause if there is a crack in your case against us,
we go at it like junkyard dogs.
That is some olive branch.
Well, actually, it's better than that.
It's damn good advice given to you totally free of charge
and with respect you haven't earned.
Ron.
Jennifer.
Hello, Mr. Reagan.
All right, you have a good day
at school now, huh.
All right.
Look, I, uh,
think we might've got off on the wrong foot here.
Feels like the right foot to me.
Look, my son, he's a good kid,
and he really likes your daughter,
and Jennifer seems to like him, so why don't we just allow...
You know, where I come from, it ain't the kids
who run the family. - Uh-huh.
And it's, uh, Texas, where you're from?
Well, hey, you are a detective.
Yeah, okay. They teach you how to be rude
to your new neighbors where you come from, too?
We sure as hell don't pull up to a guy
out of nowhere, start barking orders.
Now some of us have to get back to work, so, uh,
y'all have a good day.
Y'all.
Call ITB, tell 'em to get it back online.
I'll try.
Hey. Hey, so what'd he say?
He who?
Your dad. Did he remember Art Bancroft?
- I didn't talk to him. - Oh.
Was I supposed to?
I don't know, just seems like a real you move--
someone needs help and you help them, especially if it's a cop.
So now I need to call for backup?
- I'm not saying that. - Look, yesterday
it was I was supposed to call TLC, and now it's my dad.
I'm starting to sense a pattern here, Officer.
Jamie, you're a rookie sergeant.
I'm a veteran cop.
And more so a veteran Reagan.
What you guys do, you bounce everything off each other.
Not everything.
As a sergeant, I have to pick and choose
what I take to my dad, else I wear out that welcome.
Okay.
I'm gonna check on Art later, see how he's doing.
All right? Jamie, I didn't mean...
I've got to get back to work.
Okay. Okay.
Interfering with a police investigation?
Fleming's a rat, too.
Big surprise.
It is a crime, Anthony,
even for a D.A.'s investigator.
Yeah, well, as hard as he was working,
I could have been interrupting his lunch break.
Fleming also told me that when patrol showed up at Vivian's,
she and Sophia were no longer there.
Yeah, because she ran into Baxter last week
in Dr. Dornan's waiting room.
And out of nowhere, he started accusing her
of reading his thoughts.
And now he's got her address.
So let Fleming protect her.
Would you, Erin, if this was your family?
No, no, you would call in Danny or Jamie.
That's because they're NYPD, like Fleming.
No, it's because they're your family.
Which is why protecting mine is my job.
Baxter doesn't have my address,
so I took them to my place.
And while you were playing Papa Bear,
did you happen to mention to Vivian how you got mixed up
in all this in the first place?
Now who's sticking their nose where it doesn't belong?
So, no.
Good God, Erin,
I know I can't lead this investigation,
but can I please keep track of my own business?
Great. I don't even want it.
Reagan.
Ron, what the hell happened to you?
What's it look like? I got my ass kicked.
You got your ass kicked by who? Where?
My block. A couple--
A couple of doors down, a bunch of people throwing a party.
Had the music blaring, so I go over to complain.
On my way home, these... these three guys followed me.
What the hell did you come all the way over here for?
Why didn't you just call 911?
Back home, you know a cop, you go to them.
Well, you don't know me, Ron.
In fact, you don't even like me. Remember?
Look, Jennifer, she came to the window
when she saw 'em yell at me.
She heard the whole thing.
Now she's so scared,
she don't even want to live here no more.
Now, y-you've got to help me.
Busted.
What? I-I just got my second wind.
You want in?
No.
- But I do have a question. - Shoot.
How'd you feel when Dad stopped
reaching out to you for help?
When did that ever stop?
No, I mean back in the day, when he was coming up.
He used to say that he had you on speed dial
for, like, a decade.
And along came that fateful day.
June 6, 1982.
You remember the date?
Francis was excited because he had managed
to defuse a war between two Chinatown crime bosses.
Everybody else was excited for him.
I realized...
he'd never so much as mentioned it to me.
So it stung a little bit.
Maybe more.
But I was proud, too.
Knowing he was able to strike someone out
because I taught him how to throw the forkball.
So, what didn't you go to him for?
Busted.
It's just this thing with this retired cop,
but I-I handled it.
Handled it, or handled it well?
Both, but Eddie thought differently.
I keep wondering if she was right,
and I was just being defensive.
Here's the dirty little secret about climbing the ladder.
The higher you go, the more you second-guess yourself.
Yeah?
And with marriage, it's third and fourth-guessing.
So, I'd say you're on the right track.
Thanks, Pop.
Now, get out of here...
so I can finish the pie.
Did you hear?
Baxter struck again.
- Don't tell me you went to the scene. - No.
I was too busy sitting up all night with a gun
in case Baxter came after Viv and Sophia next.
You said they were safe at your place.
Well, I thought they were.
And then, after dinner, we played a little Scrabble.
And then Vivian casually says, "Oh, by the way,
on my personal info for Dr. Dornan,"
she used me as her emergency contact.
Baxter has your address, too.
I need to find a new place to stash 'em.
So, unless you got something for me,
I need to make some calls.
Malik.
You got a sec?
- Do I know you? - Sid Gormley.
And?
Looking good out there, man.
Are you some kind of scout?
Yeah. NYPD Flop Squad.
What's this about?
It's about that flop you took the other day
outside the police commissioner's vehicle.
It wasn't no flop. I heal fast.
I eat fast.
Doesn't mean I could eat a steak in 60 seconds, huh?
Who put you up to it?
Nobody put me up to nothing.
Corey Vallejo?
I told you, nobody put me up to nothing.
The truck, like, took off
and drove right over my foot.
- Nah. - Yeah.
They said it might be, like, messed up.
Who's that? What hospital?
I was in a state of shock. I don't remember.
I don't believe you.
I need a lawyer. You don't need a lawyer.
You do need some acting lessons
if you're going to continue down this path, though, Malik.
Okay, kiddo, time to hit the hay.
- Wait, Dad. - Huh?
Dad!
Dad-- But I want to see who wins.
I'll tell you a bedtime story, you love those.
Nothing too scary, Anthony.
Oh, yes, dear.
Erin, I can't thank you enough for this.
No need, Anthony's already thanked me
a dozen times for the three of you.
I didn't know he actually knew those words.
I also get the sense that, despite the circumstances,
he's enjoyed spending time with you and Sophia this week.
Okay.
Now I need a glass of what you're drinking.
I know you guys go way back,
further than him and me,
but the guy I know from the office
is a real sweetheart.
Try picking up after him for ten years.
Or getting him to put words to what he's feeling,
or spending half your time waiting up for him to get home
from being a sweetheart at the office.
Is that why you're moving out of state?
What?
You and Sophia.
Did Anthony tell you that?
Well, he-he's worried, Vivian.
Oh, my God, that man.
You see what I mean about getting him to open up
to me about things?
So it's not true?
No. I'm a Jersey girl, now and forever.
But you were seeing Dr. Dornan?
About Sophia.
Is she okay?
She's fine, other than being a terror lately.
Backtalk, hiding her phone.
She's not even a teenager yet.
Have you told Anthony this?
I tried, but he won't hear it.
To him, she's his little angel, always will be.
Then you should thank your lucky stars.
For what?
Well, if I had a madman coming after me,
there's no one I'd rather have between us
than a guy who loves his family with all his heart.
Uh, John Mayer or Ed Sheeran?
Ed. Wait. No, John.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Ooh, Rihanna or Beyoncé?
Ri-Ri.
What?
- You're wrong. - I can't be wrong, it's my choice.
- No, because both are awesome. - Oh...
Hey, hey!
Stop! Everybody get back.
Stay back! Stay back.
Stay low. Stay low.
Police. Don't move!
Art?
Art!
Art, put the gun down.
Come on, put the gun down now. Come on.
Put the gun down now!
Sir, put the gun down!
Come on, Art, put the gun down!
That's it, go down.
Down. Get on your knees.
Nice and slow.
Put your hands behind your head.
Okay.
Art, what did you do?
What the hell did you do?
Hey, I heard it over the radio.
- What the hell happened? - He ain't talking. We already tried.
He asked for a lawyer. I want to hear if from him.
Hey, hey, hey. Did you shoot somebody?
- Jamie, stop. Hey, Jamie. - Did you shoot somebody, Art?
- Maya, get him to his cell. - After I helped you?!
- Take him... - I got it. Let's go, let's go.
You can't talk to him!
Jamie, you can't talk to him!
- Just... just tell me what happened. - Okay.
- What happened?! - All right.
I'm gonna tell you after we process him, okay?
We're gonna do this the right way.
The way you taught me.
Okay.
Mm. What about when he's eating?
Those nummy noises he makes?
Sometimes I can hear it from my office.
It's me.
Can I get it?
Of course.
There's my little girl.
Fleming finally caught Baxter.
Oh, thank God.
- We can go home. - Do we really have to go home?
Ms. Reagan's place is so much better
than living in Hackensack.
All right, girls.
Let's pack it up and get out of Erin's hair.
And on the way home, I'm gonna buy you both
- lunch at Aspromonti's. - Oh.
Only if you promise to keep your elbows off the table.
- It's a fancy place. - My God, this woman.
Uh, yes, I promise.
And we're gonna have a little chat about how open
and honest we're gonna be from now on.
Including you?
Especially me.
Okay, sweetie. Let's go get our stuff.
Hey.
The driver Art shot is gonna live.
Apparently, he was picking up a passenger
and the guy looked over at him, smiled at Art.
Art took it to mean like he was mocking him.
He was that on the edge; I should have seen it.
Jamie, you just were trying to help him out.
It's different when the PC checks in on you.
It means something.
No, it just means that he was way past
needing to just be checked in on.
You're right.
I am new at this.
You know what you're not?
A fortune teller.
Well, you must be, because you called it.
No, I didn't. I just... I made a call.
And maybe this time,
it was right and the next time, who the hell knows?
Any way you cut it, this one's on me.
You want some advice?
No.
What do you mean, no?
I'm not ready for advice yet.
I'm still busy beating myself up about it.
Yeah, that's them.
- Good. - How'd you find them?
Your neighbor's security camera saw.
They had on their work shirts,
so I was able to track them down
to the auto body shop they worked at.
When I got there, couple of them tried to jump me.
Well, thanks, Reagan.
I-I mean it.
Hey, you moved here, you got mugged.
- It's official: you're a New Yorker now. - (scoffs)
Hey, but next time you want to, uh,
stand your ground or whatever the hell it is
you do down there in Texas, don't.
All right? And don't call me.
Call 911.
- I will. - Good.
Look, um...
Jennifer, she told me a little more about Sean and...
how respectful he's been, how he made friends
with her at school when no one else would.
He's a good young man.
He takes after his mother.
I got a...
couple of tickets to the Rangers game
at the Garden tomorrow night; now do you think Sean
could get her into the city and back...
before curfew?
Yeah, I'm sure he could.
Y'all have a good day now.
And they didn't take him to a hospital.
They took him to a walk-in med center on Tenth Avenue.
The doc-in-the-box is one of
the agitators' uncles,
he ordered up some X-rays and some scripts
to create a paper trail.
Long story short, the whole thing was bogus.
What do you want to do?
Arrest the whole crew, charge them with...
I meant him.
- What do you think he wants to do? - I'm right here,
I can speak for myself.
I'm having Corey Vallejo up.
She claims to have
some information, so...
are we certain she is behind the scam or at least aware of it?
Walks like a duck, talks like a duck.
I think we can at least be sure she didn't drill down
on the facts and just let it play out
to rile up her base.
She's here.
Let's have her.
I got this one.
Please, sit down.
So... what's the information?
It seems there was a misunderstanding.
No, it seems like there was a scam.
Did you order it up or just go along with it?
Neither.
Some of my people got overly ambitious
and thought they were doing our cause a favor.
Get new people.
The cause is like a magnet, it draws what it draws.
Oh... Give me a break.
I came up here in good faith.
And there it is.
There what is?
The crux of this particular matter.
See, you say good faith, I say...
you came up to get ahead of it,
that you've known all along what I now know.
Am I going too fast for you?
No.
See, what we got here is an unreliable narrator, that's you.
And a cynical New York cop, that's me.
I'm a person of integrity and I came...
Do your homework.
Look up Reverend Darnell Potter.
Look up Shelley Wayne
for the Mothers United Against Violence. - I know who they are.
Then you do know that I engage with my opposition.
That I can be called out for faults
in myself and in my department.
That when the accusations coming out of
your bullhorns have a ring of truth, I do listen.
No, what's implied is that you get to choose
what faults you're accountable for.
Professor, you need to quit while you're ahead.
And how am I ahead?
I am charging Malik Taylor.
I am giving you a mulligan...
in the hopes that moving forward,
you will use your smarts and your talents
to engage on issues honestly
and leave the ambush tactics to the thugs.
The word is "disruptors."
You can put all the lipstick you want on it.
This is not your ivory tower.
This is police headquarters.
You attack it...
you best have the facts and the truth on your side.
And if you pull an act like this again,
you won't know what hit you.
I hear you.
Even better that you believe me.
I'm just saying,
anybody want to get me a graduation gift,
that would be on the short list.
Saving up now.
- Duly noted. - Okay.
When is graduation?
Second Saturday in May. I'm not sure what the date is.
What are you gonna do after?
Partying.
I mean next. Yes. You mean, like get a job?
Or take time off.
No, time off's what you take from a job.
Time off without a job is called unemployment.
There's time off for good behavior,
but that's when you're in prison.
Is there a prison term in your future?
Yeah, that's quite a leap.
Yeah, I didn't even say I wanted to take time off.
Yeah, why would she take time off?
I just think you should take advantage
of the natural breaks in life.
Going to school for 18 years straight.
18 years of anything, you deserve a break.
Yeah, she deserves a break.
But starting in high school,
any time off of high school is get a job time.
Or you can go with a longer view, take your retirement
in installments like Travis McGee.
Who's that? What's that mean?
The wise hero of John D. MacDonald's
great book series.
Look, his point was:
you have to take the time to do the things you want to do
before you're too old to do them.
Yes, and that takes money.
Or sound planning. I mean, I always thought
I was smart, but I was never smart enough to actually do it.
Yeah, but your work was your adventure
and your hobby; nothing wrong with that.
And, oh, Nicky. Please.
Promise me one thing.
After you graduate, take the knowledge with you,
leave the tactics behind.
- Yeah. - The tactics?
The Hudson University professor?
For one, yeah.
What's that ambush have to do with college?
All I'm saying is if there was ever a time
for that kind of disruption, to use the current euphemism,
it's college-- the premise and promise
of campus life is an invitation to push the boundaries.
That's a little simplistic.
Yes, it is.
But bear with me, I'm on a very narrow path here.
When you take that kind of atmosphere
and inject it into real-world, workaday life,
as she did with us, in that diner,
the so-called disruption drowns out
any valid point you have.
On either side.
Class dismissed.
Pass the meat.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man